When you feel this foot up your ass, I want you to know that its your friends foot, and not your dads.. because your dad would never do anything that would hurt. But your friend is an evil bastard that has no concern about how you will feel with a size 12 lodged up your butt for being stupid.
My "Dad" beat (and a lot of other things) my brother. My "Dad" beat my mother in front of me to a bloody pulp. My "Dad" tried to kill my mother in front of me. My "Dad" was an Ordained Minister. My "Dad" did all these things before I even turned 4 years old. I watched my "Dad" get arrested because of these actions. Then I never saw him again for 11 yrs. When I did, my "Dad" informed me that his wife was more important than I was and I could not live with him…so I went back to living on the streets. I never saw him again for 4 more years. When I did, my "Dad" finally got to meet his grandson and my "Dad" stole money from me (and other things happened). I never saw him again after that.
My "Dad" died last year of complete organ failure because he was a chronic alcoholic.
I did not shed a tear.
I did not feel anything.
...My friend Ed stood by me and guided me through some rough times. He was almost old enough to be my Grand-dad. We worked together, he was my boss. But mostly he was my friend. When I needed advice in my relationship, I asked my friend Ed. When I needed advice in my academics, I asked my friend Ed. When I needed parental advice, I asked my friend, Ed.
Ed always gave me good advice. He always helped me see things from a different perspective so I was able to see the whole picture, instead of just my side of it. He was the closest thing to a Dad I ever had.
I buried him in Feb of 2009 and I still cry because I miss him so effing much.
A person’s life experiences is what gauges value. My life has taught me that the people I am related to are not worth the ####s I take in the mornings. Some “friends” are worth about the same. But I have met other people that became my friends but they are worth ten times their weight in gold because they are Positive influences in my life and they stood by me during some really tough times.
So when my son needs a friend to talk with, He can count on me to stand beside him and guide him through anything without fearing judgment. Life is a bitch, we are all F* ups…and then we learn from our mistakes and use that knowledge to help our kids.